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Icky Vicky Vibes
161,334
Hip-Hop/Rap
Icky Vicky Vibes fue lanzado el 16 de diciembre de 2022 por Geffen Records como parte del álbum We Eat The Most
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Fecha de lanzamiento16 de diciembre de 2022
Sello discográficoGeffen Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM83

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Tariq Crutchfield
Tariq Crutchfield
Autoría
Andreas Michalaopoulos
Andreas Michalaopoulos
Autoría
Josiah Wise
Josiah Wise
Autoría
Tariq
Tariq
Autoría
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Blvck
Blvck
Producción
Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
Ingeniería de mezcla
André Berger
André Berger
Ingeniería de grabación
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Masterización
Tariq Crutchfield
Tariq Crutchfield
Producción
Prod_Blvck
Prod_Blvck
Producción
TeeMaine
TeeMaine
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Huh?
(Tariq)
[Verse 2]
Uh, huh
I grew up fast, I was thuggin' young
All my bitches wanna meet my mama 'cause they love her son
I'm a felon, still ridin' 'round with like a hundred guns
Put a different pair of shoes on and start another run
[Verse 3]
Huh? These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes
**** Timmy odd and they give me "pick me" vibes
Every time they see me elevatin', they get teary eyed
Could've lost my life a couple times, it was clearly God (Huh?)
[Verse 4]
**** fear the guys, only thing I fear is God
Only thing I hear is God when I'm in my Fear of Gods
Beef'll make these **** hide, we come quick like Jimmy Johns
Put a sweet potato on the MAC like, "****, pick your side"
We be tryna catch these **** slippin', they don't never slide
You gotta know the revolution gon' be televised
It's a **** somewhere with his phone out usin' metal eyes
Every week, I leave the state, I'm tryna find a better vibe (Huh?)
[Verse 5]
Ah, I gotta hustle, I can't take no L
'Cause I gotta pay my bills and all my bitches want Chanel
Twenty thousand on my pendant, couple on my belt
Let my AR sing, it shake the table, call it K. Michelle
**** got a bitch I like, I steal her, Le'Veon Bell
I ain't got no weed for you to smoke, baby, I sell
I hope God gon' let me into Heaven, I made it through Hell
A lot of **** wanna see me fall to say that I failed
Wake up, put my shoes on, baby get her Trues on
I be fresh to death, might put Mike Amiri on my tombstone
All my ARs fully, pull up by myself, get all the goons gone
I'ma move on if she don't wanna give me head
My big bro a Crip, he mad as hell he gotta sip the red
It's a lot of ho **** wanna see me dead
Hit my hoes at a hotel, they never seen my bed
Huh, me versus me
[Verse 6]
Huh? All my hoes like rich ****
We ain't trippin' 'bout the hoes, you never see me with no simp ****
All of us up six figures
Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured
My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip ****
They go by F&F
I be by myself, that's when I'm at my best
'Cause I can't call a lot of **** to clean up my mess
I hustle on my own, custo on my phone
Needo on my other line
My sister tired of her friend tellin' her her brother fine
Mike Amiri who? Don't come near me, huh
I be havin' days I only talk to Siri, huh
I took the tint out my buff to see shit clearly
Needo say I gotta go support my cousin at his hearing
I been in that room before, you know I feel you, bro
It ain't never easy facin' time, you know I feel you, though
It's only gon' make you stronger, it ain't kill you, bro
Huh?
[Verse 7]
Me versus me
Huh?
Written by: Andreas Michalopoulos, Josiah Wise, Skilla Baby, Tariq Crutchfield
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